In the deepest part of your heart, there is passion.
Passion burns like a wildfire.
It eventually spreads to each part of your heart, burns away all doubts and insecurities, and brings new life even more beautiful than before.
From the embers of passion's fire, love and desire begin.
When a spark from passion's fire ignites the fallen embers, they blaze unstoppable, and hope is born.
All four blaze in unison when the heart arouses them,
but when the fire goes down,
the flowers of happiness bloom and the butterflies of joy soar.
The fire that passion, love, desire, and hope created never dies.
It only rests for happiness and joy.
When the gentle breeze of life breathes over the pastures of peace and the terraces of truth,
your heart arouses the fire of passion, love, desire, and hope once more.
The butterflies of joy rest on the flowers of happiness and they are blown gently to the cave of secrets by the breath of life,
until they are awakened once again,
in the deepest part of your heart.
Passion burns like a wildfire.
It eventually spreads to each part of your heart, burns away all doubts and insecurities, and brings new life even more beautiful than before.
From the embers of passion's fire, love and desire begin.
When a spark from passion's fire ignites the fallen embers, they blaze unstoppable, and hope is born.
All four blaze in unison when the heart arouses them,
but when the fire goes down,
the flowers of happiness bloom and the butterflies of joy soar.
The fire that passion, love, desire, and hope created never dies.
It only rests for happiness and joy.
When the gentle breeze of life breathes over the pastures of peace and the terraces of truth,
your heart arouses the fire of passion, love, desire, and hope once more.
The butterflies of joy rest on the flowers of happiness and they are blown gently to the cave of secrets by the breath of life,
until they are awakened once again,
in the deepest part of your heart.
Poem by BreakFree